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We moved in three weeks ago. After years of saving and almost a year of looking we bought a 107-year old house. The previous owner completely enclosed the back patio for her cats. Naturally, we call it the Catio. It’s part of what interested us in the house. We were excited for our Moose cat to be able to be outside, be curious and be safe. She only got the chance to use the Catio twice, but the last time she laid in the sun and smelled all the smells and watched the squirrels run around. I really think she liked it.A week ago we made the essential but brutal decision to spare her any further suffering. She’s buried in the yard just outside her Catio and in the spring we’re going to plant a rose bush there and we’ll clip flowers and arrange them in a vase and say here’s Mooshu, she dropped by for a bit to add even more beauty to our lives.

Proud to share Mission Bicycle’s newest contribution to city cycling: Level is a spacer-mounted shifter designed to pair any handlebar with our Sutro internally geared bicycle. The entire Level development – from concept, to prototype, to fabrication and assembly – took place in the San Francisco Bay Area. For the full story >>> missionbicycle.com/level

Everyday is sunny, literally speaking. Some days are cloudy and the sun may be obscured or even seemingly absent, but it’s still sunny. It’s sunny and also cloudy. So when it’s cloudy you can say, “today is also cloudy,” because at the same time it’s sunny. And on cloudless days you can say, “today is not cloudy,” and it should be understood what you’re saying without being pedantically obvious is, “it’s sunny.”

When you fly on an airplane this is really obvious because you fly above the clouds, where only the sun is. Looking down on clouds is like looking up at waves from the seafloor. It’s a seemingly magical realignment of topography, as if you flipped over a photograph of a friend to see the back of his head and there, just over his shoulder, yourself taking the picture.

“I love you also means I love you more than anyone loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that I love no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else.”

“Anyone can fight the battles of just one day. It is only when you and I add the battles of those two awful eternities, yesterday and tomorrow, that we break down. It is not the experience of today that drives us mad. It is the remorse or bitternes for something that happened yesterday or the dread of what tomorrow may bring. Let us therefore do our best to live but one day at a time.”
-Richard Walker

For the second year running Mission Bicycle made an elaborate April Fools’ campaign. I proposed the idea of a hazard light system for bicycles, exactly like those found on cars. Those blinky red lights seem to confer superiority and impunity on all who push that little triangle button.

“No open parking spaces? No problem, just VIPark. Fire hydrant where you want to be? Just VIPark. When you’ve got coffee or dry cleaning to grab, or simply don’t feel like walking or observing the legal and social expectations of your community, simply VIPark.

VIPark – Because Your Shit Is Just More Important™

VIPark is controlled with the free iOS app (Android coming soon). There’s even a stopwatch to let you know exactly how long you’re being inconsiderate and dangerous.

Go ahead, grab that Venti Mocha, you deserve it. VIPark has you covered. And don’t worry about those pesky cyclists, they see the lights, they’ll go around.”

My beautiful and ever talented wife has done a big thing. She’s made a statement about what she values, and ultimately how she wants to spend her time. She’s launched a web store selling the handmade work she devotes nearly all available time to. The goal, the pursuit, is that with each sale the “available time” will increase. One day, this is what she’ll do and she’ll be in control. This is a huge first step towards independence, happiness, mindfulness.

Please consider visiting, supporting, or sharing her shop. I’m so proud of her, and know you will be too.

The great source of both the misery and disorders of human life, seems to arise from over-rating the difference between one permanent situation and another. Some of those situations may, no doubt, deserve to be preferred to others, but none of them can deserve to be pursued with that passionate ardour which drives us to violate the rules of either prudence or of justice, or to corrupt the future tranquility of our minds, either by shame from remembrance of our own folly, or by remorse from the horror of our own injustice.